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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.