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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.