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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.