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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.