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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.