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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.