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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.