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 Venezuela 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Japan,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.