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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Index,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.