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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.