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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.