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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.