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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.