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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
DNA,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.