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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.