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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.