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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.