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 Nauru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moody Blues to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
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L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.