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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
June Days,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.