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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.