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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.