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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.