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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.