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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.