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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Can,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.