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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.