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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.