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 Gambia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.