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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.