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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Birthday Party to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.