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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.