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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.