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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.