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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
AZ,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.