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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.