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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.