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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.