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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.