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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Crime,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Jandek,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
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.