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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.