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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.