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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.