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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
June Days,
Q65,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.