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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fall to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.