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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 clarinet and a snare 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
The Index,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.