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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.