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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Skarface,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.