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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.