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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.