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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.