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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.