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 Ireland 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.