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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Can,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Gong,
Qualms,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.