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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.