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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.