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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Television,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.