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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.