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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Average White Band to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.