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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.