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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Wings,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.