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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the funk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Fear,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.