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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
UT,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Scion,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Smog,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.