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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the grime 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.