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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Slave,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.