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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
cv313,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.