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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Technova,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.