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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Franke,
The Doors,
The Move,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.