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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.