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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
10cc,
the Swans,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.