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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.