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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.