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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.