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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.