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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.