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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.