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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.