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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.