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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.