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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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?
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.