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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.