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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.