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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.