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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Raincoats to the jazz 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Symarip,
The Motions,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.