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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.