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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.