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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 the Association to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.