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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Ronan,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.