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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Organ,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.