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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.