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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.