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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Chrome,
Organ,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.