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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.