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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Wings,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.