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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.