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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.