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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
cv313,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.