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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
DNA,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.