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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.