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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.