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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.