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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.