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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.