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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 The Wake to the grunge 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.