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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 May. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Visage,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.