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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Mars,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.