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 Canada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.