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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.