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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Martian,
June Days,
Nas,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.