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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.