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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.