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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.