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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.