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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.