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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 The J.B.'s to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.