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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.