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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.