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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
ABC,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.