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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.