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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.