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 Tonga 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Swans,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.