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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.