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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.