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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Raincoats to the disco 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.