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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.