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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Pylon,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Lalann,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.