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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
The Standells,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.