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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.