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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.