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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.