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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Swans,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.