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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.