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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.