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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.