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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.