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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the rap 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.