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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Television,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.