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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.