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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Star Department to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
the Association,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.