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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Slave,
X-102,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Jandek,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.