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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
10cc,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.