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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.