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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.