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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.