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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.