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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Oneida,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Cameo,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.