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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.