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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.