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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.