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 Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.