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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Suicide,
JFA,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.