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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Television,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
CMW,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.