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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Rakim,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.