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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
MDC,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.