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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The J.B.'s to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Index,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.