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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Rakim,
The Residents,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.