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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.