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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.