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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.