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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.