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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
PIL,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Swans,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.