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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.