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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.