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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Index,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.