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 Uganda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.