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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.