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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.