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 Nepal and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
X-101,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.