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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.