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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.