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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.