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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
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Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.