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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.