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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.