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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
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,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.