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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 harpsichord 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.