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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.