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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.