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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.