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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.