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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.