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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
New Order,
The Human League,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.