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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.