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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
the Association,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.