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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.