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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.