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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Visage,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.