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 Peru 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 ABC to the punk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.