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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.