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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.