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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Organ,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.