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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.