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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.