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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Deakin,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.