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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.