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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.