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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.