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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Magazine,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.