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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.