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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.