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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.