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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.