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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.