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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.