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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 snare and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.