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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Index,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.