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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Move to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Faust,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.