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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.