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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.