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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.