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 Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 funk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.