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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.