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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.