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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Index,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.