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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.