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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.