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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.