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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.