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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.