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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
CMW,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.