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 Russia and from Accra.
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 Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
MC5,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.