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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.