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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.