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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.