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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.