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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Franke,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.