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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.