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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.