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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.