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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.