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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.