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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Fear,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.