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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Lower 48 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.