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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.