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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.