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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.