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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.