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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.