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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.