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 Maldives and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Visage,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.