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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.