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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.