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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.