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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.