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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Womack 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.