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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.