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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.