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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Flipper to the jazz 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.