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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.