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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.