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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.