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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.