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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.