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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.