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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Seeds to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.