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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Television,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.