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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.