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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.