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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.