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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.