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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.