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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.