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 Antigua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.