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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.