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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.