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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Japan,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.