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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.