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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.