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 Korea North and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
cv313,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.