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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Television,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.