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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.