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 Sri Lanka 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.