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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.