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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Brick 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.