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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.