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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.