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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Slave,
Adolescents,
CMW,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.