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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Jandek,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Japan,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
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.