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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.