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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.