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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.