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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.