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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
John Cale,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.