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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.