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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 theremin and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.