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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
MC5,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.