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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.