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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.