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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.