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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Can,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.