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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the grunge 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Swans,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.