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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Lyres,
Magma,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.