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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.