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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.