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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.