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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.