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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.