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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.