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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.