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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Monks,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.