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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gories to the funk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Index,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.