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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.