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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.