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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.