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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Zapp,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.