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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.