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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the rock 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.