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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the grime 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.