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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Wings to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Echospace,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
cv313,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.