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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.