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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.