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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Index,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
The Wake,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.