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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.