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 San Marino and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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?
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.