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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.