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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.