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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Seeds 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.