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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.