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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Yaz,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.