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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.