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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
The Litter,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.