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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Residents,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.