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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
The Wake,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.