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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.