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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Symarip,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.