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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.