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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a guitar 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
The Move,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Section 25,
Nico,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.