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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.