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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.