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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.