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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.