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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.