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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.