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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Magma,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.