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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Manila and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.