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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.