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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.