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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the disco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.