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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.