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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.