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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.