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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
DNA,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.