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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.