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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
JFA,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.