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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.