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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Smog,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.