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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Can,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.