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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a clarinet 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.