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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Faust,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.