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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.