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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.