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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.