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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the rock 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.