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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
MDC,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.