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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.