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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Hashim,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.