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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.