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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.