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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Index,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.