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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.