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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.