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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.