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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Leaves to the jazz 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.