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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.