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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.