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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.