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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.