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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Nas,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.