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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.