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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.