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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.