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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 AZ to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.