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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
a-ha,
Skriet,
X-101,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Can,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.