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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.