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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.