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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.