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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.