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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
DNA,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.