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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.