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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.