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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.