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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.