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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.