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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Franke,
The Doors,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.