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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.