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 Ecuador 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wire 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.