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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.