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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.