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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.