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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.