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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.