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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.