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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
The Martian,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.