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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.