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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.