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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.