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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
10cc,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.