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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.