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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Television,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.