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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.