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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.