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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.