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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.