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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.