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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.