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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.