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 France and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
New Order,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.