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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.