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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.