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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.