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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.