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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.