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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.