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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.