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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.