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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Severed Heads 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.