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 El Salvador and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.