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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neon Judgement to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.