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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.