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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
The Index,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.