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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.