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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.