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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Section 25,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.