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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Hashim 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.