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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
JFA,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.