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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.