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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
UT,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Mars,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.