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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
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Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Technova,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.