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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.