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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.