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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.