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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
the Association,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.