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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.