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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.