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 China and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.