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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Zapp,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.