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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.