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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.