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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.