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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Raincoats to the dance 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.