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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
UT,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.