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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
X-102,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.