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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.