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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.