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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.