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 Israel and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Symarip,
The Cure,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.