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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
UT,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
X-102,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.