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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.