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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Scion,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.