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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.