Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.