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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.