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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.