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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Visage to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Visage,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.