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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Sparks,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.