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 Finland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
PIL,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.