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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Magma,
the Normal,
X-102,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.