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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.