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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.