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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.