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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.