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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.