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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.