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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.