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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.