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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Can,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.