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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Q and Not U 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.