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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.