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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.