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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Q65 to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.