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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
UT,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.