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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Visage,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.