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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.