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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 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?
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.