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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.