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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.