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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
10cc,
ABC,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.