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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.