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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.