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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.