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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Fear,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.