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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.