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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Index,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.