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 Togo and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.