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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Skriet,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.