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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Hashim,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.