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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
UT,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.