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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.