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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.