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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.