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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.