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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Monks,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.