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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 AZ to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.