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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Lalann,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.