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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.