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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.