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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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?
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.