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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.