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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Technova,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.