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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.