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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Nas,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.