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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Swans,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.