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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.