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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.