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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Swans,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.