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 Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.