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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.