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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.