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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.