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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Can,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.