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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.