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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.