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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Index,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.